Repose

[As Cris M. After getting some basic stuff set up in their new place in the neighborhood.]

Repose, always changing and always the same, huh?

we're restarting recs at the comic shop and clearing out all the old ones. if you come in and submit one you get $5 off $25 and entered to win like a grab bag thing.

[Mal]

how do I get onto the roof?

> My QUAD ESL-57 is on the brink. I don't have the parts for it.

> If you have time, will you take a look at it for me. I'll drive it over.

lock to shiloh f

I owe you one and desire your company. Let's go somewhere you want to go.


lock to alex w

Alex, I need to get out of this basement. Would you be game to accompany me?

( Holly )

( Mal )

( Billy )

[Locked to Mal R]
Am I alive? Why, yes, I am alive. It's so considerate of you to inquire after my continued oxygenation and survival, seeing as the town was nearly consumed by horror-movie style antics recently. What is that, you say? You didn't notice. Allow me to inform you. THE TOWN WAS NEARLY CONSUMED BY HORROR-MOVIE STYLE ANTICS RECENTLY. The only excuse I'll accept for your lack of care or attention toward my person, is some juicy gossip about the small and fragile peach and your privy parts.

Yours in utter and desolate abandonment,
Shiloh

( Mailed to: All Lakeside Mansion residents (hi neighbors); as well as Dietre A, Janus A, Leena B, Fiach B, Aedan B, Audrey C, Diego C, Eames, Christina F, Marta F, Rafe Jiménez, Harlow J, Billy K, Atticus M, Matilda M, Holly & Noah NW, Mal R, Mao S, Hannah S, Rey S, Clover W, Alex W, Dante Z )

I feel like I ought to quote the Wizard of Oz.

[Locked to Mal R]

I AM FINE. In case you'd any concern over the matter.

What: Memory
Will characters be viewing the memory or experiencing it?: Experiencing it
Warning, this memory contains: Mentions of rape

( You can't just...kill a guy. )

[Someone got her very first phone and is figuring things out.]

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[voice to text]
what is wikipedia
what is cobbler
what is filling for cobbler
what fruit for cobbler
how to make cobbler
where is cobbler
make me cobbler
make me cobbler
make me cobbler
ice cream??
make ice cream
where is a dictionary
sorry, I am talking to Alexa? I'm talking to Alexa
hi Alexa

[Locked to Mal R]
[He has not been home since this.]

My heart is torn asunder that you have not inquired after my absence. I believed our connection to be deep and true, but, alas, you have transferred your entirely platonic affections to another.

So, who died?

Who: Alex W and Mal R
What: Checking in
Where: Outside Alex's apartment.

( Mal had conflicting views on privacy. )

[Group: Mal & Alex]

I must ask who has been sleeping with who since I've been away. Also, declarations of longing can be submitted at this juncture.

[It's the pie that sets him off, rather the proverbial straw that breaks the back of the camel. And while he would not describe himself as a camel, he is entirely aggravated by the world and his universe. And Shiloh is prone to dramatic reactions, but he thinks it's completely justified when he drives up to Audrey's new home and slams the pie in front of the door, at the landing, in a glorious explosion of colorful sweetness. Because, seriously, this town is mad with entitlement, and a person is allowed to remain angry if they so desire.

As for his next move, it's a stop at the bitter man's job. Shiloh isn't much of a reader, but this town is the size of a pin's head, and he knows Ren on sight. He storms in, leans over the counter (where Ren is working), grabs the condescending prick behind the neck and yanks him forward for a kiss that is nothing more than teeth and pressure and anger. When he lets go a moment later, it's to brush the back of his own hand against his mouth. He offers no farewell or explanation or introduction. He does not remind Ren that he, Ren, is a hater asshole. He merely leaves the way he came.

Lastly, he leaves a note on Mal's fridge, one to be found later:] I have been a very bad boy, and I refuse to allow this town to guilt me into apologies. Back in a week. [And with that, he drives out of town and toward the Capital, where he intends to spend an entire week detoxing from Repose's bullshit.]

( This morning a card to the following people: Noah NW, Holly NW, Alex W, Mal R, Shiloh F, Billy K, Ren S, Rey S, Hugh C, Marta F, Dante Z, Leena B, Jamie M, Mars M, Burden B, Dietre A, Seven M, Casey C and David N )

[And then, after this]

if you hit a cat with your car and then leave it to die? you are literally the worst fucking person.

[Locked to Mal R]
[After this.]

I've a favor to ask.

[Hannah S. & Si M.]

Okay. I am at the house unpacking and [...] well. We got a delivery? At least twenty boxes of [...] stuff. And a washer and dryer. They're gifts. But. Um????

[Shiloh F.]

?!?!!??!?!?!?!?!?

[Hugh.]

Thank you for the gifts. They're beautiful, but you shouldn't have spent so much! I can't repay anyo

[Moving Crew.]

Thank you all so much for your help, you went above and beyond and we really appreciate it.

Audrey hardly slept a wink Thursday night. No, instead she spent her time shopping, prepping and cooking. She was nervous. She was scared. She was excited. Nervouscited? It was a strange concoction of emotions fluttering in her chest and swimming in her stomach. She had managed to text the twins (her brothers) .. a few times, until they finally responded:

Mom and dad gone for the weekend. Ur stuffs in garage.

And that was it. No miss yous, love yous, nothing of the like. She had been demoted to a stranger reading messages on a screen now. Audrey swallowed hard to keep the butterflies wreaking havoc in her body at bay. Work. Distraction. Cooking. That would help.

That is why she was the first one at the new house, her car filled up with delicious delights to thank everyone for their help. To make sure that Hannah and Si had full stomachs and energy for the week they were about to have. She brought an assortment of drinks, a cooler, chips, a veggie tray. No milk (you're welcome Si). She laid everything out with care, especially the food she spent the night preparing and cooking--food that would actually be eaten! Fresh sandwiches graced the table for the taking, along with homemade lasagna for a heartier meal. There was garlic bread, some delicious fruit salad and for dessert? Peanut butter pie! There was plenty for everyone's tastes, and if some leftovers were taken home--it was a good thing, it gave her a reason to grocery shop later.

Audrey stood in front of the counter staring at the spread, for a moment forgetting her family, the boxes awaiting for her--memories she'd have to unpack all over again--her parents, her siblings, all of it. For just a fraction of a moment it was all buried down far below the surface of her feelings reminding her that this was a fresh start. A new chance. The sound of gravel rolling beneath tires brought Audrey back to reality. She ran her hands over her green sweater once and hurried to the front door.

[Open narrative! Open to the twins and anyone helping for moving day!]